Prologue
Cracks began to splinter through Seungbae's mind. The rain-soaked alleys, the endless chase, Sangwoo's shadow at every turn—none of it was real. They weren't memories. They weren't victories. They were fragments of a prison built inside his own head.
In the blur of sirens and gunmetal breath, the truth struck him: he had been in a coma. The pursuit, Sangwoo's reunion with Yoon Bum, every desperate second—it had all unfolded inside dreams stitched together by his fractured mind.
"Quick, the heartbeat is rising!" a nurse's voice echoed, pulling him out of the fog. And then—light. White. Blinding.
When Seungbae opened his eyes again, the world was different. The nightmare was over. But reality was colder.
The moment he recovered, he returned to the police station. His desk felt foreign, dusted with time, yet the files waited as though they'd never left. One case in particular pulled him back in:
Oh Sangwoo. Officially: Deceased. Cremated. Ashes scattered in his home.
Yoon Bum. Officially: Died in a crash.
The pages felt heavier than paper, as though they carried the weight of ghosts.
But one name refused to fade.
Hyunwoo…?
The ink blurred as Seungbae stared, the silence pressing down on him. Somewhere, beneath the official reports and stamped signatures, he felt it—truth still buried, waiting to claw its way out.
Season Two begins.